Dazzled by Silver by Lacey Silks Read Free Book Online

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    “No, still just Gabe.”
    But to me he was more than just Gabe. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked, my eyelids getting heavier with every second.
    “I just formally met you this morning.”
    Except the hours that had passed since we’d shared our first coffee felt like days.
    My eyes closed for a moment. Or, I thought it was a moment because the next thing I knew sunshine filtered through my bedroom window as I stretched my limbs. My feet ached with a pleasurable memory. Finally, my eyes flew open. I sat up in my bed still wearing my robe. A handwritten note rested on the pillow beside me.
     
    Samantha,
    I wish I didn’t have to leave you, again. Your breakfast is ready downstairs.
     
    The smell of a fresh hazelnut vanilla brew jolted me higher.
     
    I hope you’re feeling better. I borrowed a spare key from your kitchen drawer and will give it to you when I see you. There’s an appointment booked for midday to change your locks. The ones on your door are too easy to break into. (If you need to cancel it, that’s fine, just don’t delay it for too long.) Save your strength for next week’s dinner (not a date) so you don’t fall asleep on me again. I may have to re-assess the quality of my orgasms as I don’t seem to have a lasting effect on you.
    Have a good time tonight.
     
    Gabe (not Magnum)
     
    I closed my eyes and leaned back against my bed frame. A faint memory of snuggling on Gabe’s thighs before he carried me to bed lingered. The six days I had to wait for our dinner would seem like years. And if there was anything my P.I. had wrong, it was that he had no lasting effect on me.
     

C HAPTER 6
     
    The apartment was filled with sunshine. I opened the shutters wide throughout the whole house, dancing and singing as I cleaned every room. And for the first time in a long while, I cooked just for me, no one else. I hadn’t made gourmet food in weeksand the red wine left by my P.I. stirred blissful memories of Gabe’s thoughtfulness.
    Knowing I’d see Gabe again made me feel giddy again. Where were all these funny nerves coming from? How in the world would I be able to wait for an entire week to have my fling?
    Deep inside, the more I thought about meeting him for dinner, the more I wanted to delay it. Once it passed, it would all be over. He’d disappear and move on to his next prey, next dinner, next woman, perhaps even the blonde bartender.
    I grabbed my phone and texted Gabe.
    SAM:  Thank you for breakfast and last night. Wherever you’re going, I hope you have a safe trip.
    It wasn’t too long before my phone vibrated.
    G.SILVER: Due to an opening in my calendar and someone standing me up, I’ve scheduled a meeting before I leave tonight. Have a good time with the girls.
    SAM: Sounds like you’re trying to make me feel guilty.
    G.SILVER: Absolutely.
    My heart pounded.
    SAM: If it makes you feel better, I’d much rather be having dinner with you, but I can’t cancel this one.
    G.SILVER: Have the locks been changed?
    SAM: Yes, the twenty-one year old locksmith was very good with his hands.
    G.SILVER: Charlie works for me. But I’ll tell him you think he’s hot.
    I frowned, surprised Gabe actually knew the older gentleman who had come to change my locks.
    SAM: Have a productive meeting. Got to go find an outfit.
    G.SILVER: Thank you. Please text me what you’re wearing.
    I wondered where Gabe would be traveling after tonight and what exactly he did as a P.I. Gosh, I didn’t even ask what company he worked for, or owned, and made a mental note to do so next week.
    Given the venue tonight, I put on a tighter dress, its hem hugging my thighs five inches above my knees. I may as well look like I belonged while the girls tucked stacks of bills in the stripper’s briefs. Reese, one of my good friends, was getting married to her high school sweetheart in three weeks.
    Kendra couldn’t come, and I wondered how the second weekend at Kissed had gone. The reviews I’d read raved